Identifier: germanclassicsof05fran (find matches)
Title: The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Francke, Kuno, 1855-1930 Howard, William Guild, b. 1868 Singer, Isidore, 1859-1939
Subjects: German literature German literature English literature
Publisher: Albany, N. Y. : J. B. Lyon company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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164 THE GERMAN CLASSICS On a Monday morning early,Monday morning, they relate, Magdalene was seen a-walkingThrough the citys northern gate. Then the maidens said: * Thy pardon —Magdalene, where wouldst thou go? ** Oh, into my fathers garden.Where I went the night, you know.* And when she to the garden came,And straight into the garden ran. There lay beneath the linden-treeAsleep, a young and comely man. ** Wake up, young man, be stirring, Oh rise, for time is dear,I hear the keys a-rattling. And mother will be here. ** Hearst thou her keys a-rattling.And thy mother must be nigh. Then oer the heath this minuteOh come with me, and fly! And as they wandered oer the heath,There for these twain was spread, A shady linden-tree beneath,A silken bridal-bed. And three half hours together, They lay upon the bed. Turn round, turn round, brown maiden: Give me thy lips so red! ** Thou sayst so much of turning round.But naught of wedded troth, I fear me I have slept awayMy faith and honor both. I
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THE BOYS MAGIC HORN 165 **And fearest thou, thou hast slept away Thy faith and honor too,I say Ill wed thee yet, my dear, So thou shalt never rue.* Who was it sang this little lay, And sang it o er with cheer ?On St. Annenberg by the town, It was the mountaineer. He sang it there right gaily, Drank mead and cool red wine,Beside him sat and listened Three dainty damsels fine. As many as sand-grains in the sea, As many as stars in heaven be, As many as beasts that dwell in fields, As many as pence which money yields. As much as blood in veins will flow, As much as heat in fire will glow. As much as leaves in woods are seen And little grasses in the green. As many as thorns that prick on hedges, As grains of wheat that harvest pledges. As much as clover in meadows fair, As dust a-flying in the air. As many as fish in streams are found, And shells upon the oceans ground. And drops that in the sea must go, As many as flakes that shine in snow — As much, as manifold as life abounds both f

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